Business and Pleasure

by Kate Hill The original version of Business and Pleasure appeared in Venus or Vixen. Six weeks of intimate discussions and hot looks. Six weeks of dreams so intense that I awoke wet with anticipation. Six weeks of wondering when we would surrender to our desire. I never thought I could learn so much about a person during conversations at the front desk of the gym where I worked. It was a boring job with lousy pay, so I didn't care if I was fired for spending too much time with a certain client. He worked out daily and made sure he stayed afterward to tease me with his promises of fulfillment until I actually looked forward to my job. By the first night we spent together outside the gym, without the restrictions of my boss invading one of our deep conversations or noticing the way we circled each other like wolves in heat, we were more than ready to forget the normalcy of dinner, the movie, and polite chit-chat. "Where to?" he asked as I slid into the passenger seat of his refinished Chevy. He'd restored the car himself. That's what he did for a living. I remembered how many nights he'd arrived at the gym wearing greaseand-paint-stained overalls with no shirt beneath. The sight of his smooth chest with its well-defined Pecs made my legs quiver. On my break, I'd pretend to wipe down the benches in the weight room just so I could watch him work out. He usually wore black jogging pants and a tank top that showed his sinewy arms to advantage. I'd nearly hyperventilate while watching his thick, sweat-beaded biceps curl the steel dumbbell. He had a perfect male body and a gorgeous face with wide-set, slanted, silvery eyes. His nose and cheekbones were chiseled and his lips full and kissable. On that first date, I glanced at him from where I sat in the passenger seat and could scarcely believe I finally had him all to myself. He held my hand during the entire ride to my apartment. The touch of his warm, callused palm aroused me as I imagined how it would feel on my breasts. The

thought made me instantly wet. His gazed flickered in my direction. I wondered if he knew how much I wanted him. Once in my apartment, I switched on the light and offered him a drink, willing my hands to remain steady as I poured. He stood across from me and watched my every movement. I passed him the red wine. He took a sip and lowered the glass, his lips glistening. I wanted a drink, but not from my cold, crystal glass. Grasping the front of his silk shirt, I kissed him and licked the alcohol from his mouth. His lips felt as soft and moist as they looked. With a growl of longing, his tongue met mine as his hands slid up my back. Still clutching his shirt, I dragged him through the living room, avoiding stacks of books, CDs, and puddles of discarded clothes. When we reached my room, I shoved him hard onto the bed. His eyes widened slightly, as if my aggression stunned him a bit. At work I had to maintain a degree of professionalism, so I guess my restraint at the gym combined with my innocent, wide-eyed appearance fooled him. Strange, considering he probably knew more about me than anyone. We had told each other everything without shame and without lies. He reached for me, but I grasped his wrists and guided them above his head. He was far stronger than I was, but the rules of my game seemed to intrigue him. Though I released his wrists, he refrained from touching me. Straddling his hips, I unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off, revealing the broad, muscular chest that had me drooling for weeks. Unable to resist, I covered the sleek, smooth expanse with kisses. Taking one of his nipples between my teeth, I nibbled and licked it, all the while rocking against his cock that sprang up so hard and ready beneath his pants. Sliding down his body, I tugged off the pants and drew a sharp breath of desire upon seeing the black thong beneath. The stretchy material scarcely covered his erection. With the tip of my finger I traced the hard flesh then cupped his balls. His beautiful, silvery eyes half closed and his chest rose and fell with excited breathing. My pulse raced as I pressed my face against the thong, rubbing his cock with my cheek until he moaned. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the thong and slid it downward. He lifted his buttocks so I could remove the scrap of material and fling it aside.

Naked, except for the thick chestnut hair falling almost to his elbows, his lean body was sculpture smooth. I didn't know if he shaved, waxed, or was naturally hairless, but I did know he was incredibly sexy. Every hard muscle looked tense and powerful, just waiting to possess me--or to be possessed. "Turn over," I commanded. He did, exposing the tightest ass I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. The backs of his thighs and calves were like steel. I shivered as I brushed aside his sandalwood-scented hair. Starting at his nape, I pressed kisses down his entire body. His shoulders and back flexed beneath my roaming lips and massaging hands. I kissed down his spine and ran my tongue over his buttocks. Pausing at the very top of the crack, I tickled with the tip of my tongue while I reached between his legs and clasped his balls. His breathing was ragged, his muscles flexing. My pussy felt so hot and wet. I knew as soon as his cock slid into me, I'd come--but not yet. I lapped all the way down one thigh to the back of his knee then back up the other leg. He reached over his head and clutched the headboard, his knuckles white beneath the force of his grip. His desire spurred mine. My heart thrummed and my nipples tingled beneath my dress. I hadn't bothered wearing underpants and could feel wetness against my thighs. "Look at me," I commanded. He rolled over, his gaze so intense I thought he'd incinerate me by look alone. The tendons in his neck were taut, his broad chest flushed with passion. Most captivating of all was the enormous, rock hard cock jutting above his muscle-ridged abs. I tore off my dress and fell between his legs, lapping the crevices between his thighs and hips and squeezing his warm sac. My lips traveled up and down his cock then back again before I took the head in my mouth and sucked. He groaned, his belly convulsing, limbs stiffening, and buttocks clenching as I nipped, sucked, and laved his cock head. Suddenly he grasped my shoulders and shoved me onto my back. I felt the power in his body and shuddered with desire. "Yes, oh, yes!" "I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he growled, burying his face in my neck and licking. His tongue jutted in and around my ear, making me squirm.

"You're so gorgeous," I panted, clinging to him with my arms and legs. "I want you so much." He pulled back slightly, the tip of his cock circling my pussy before he slid inside. Never had a man filled me so completely! We were made for each other, and somehow we both had known it from the first. His hips drove into me as his mouth covered mine, absorbing my cries. He thrust fast and deep, just how I loved it. My nails sank into his back. My heels drove into his calves and my hips jerked in time with his. "That's right, honey," he panted. "Hard. Tight. Damn, you're everything I thought you'd be." I exploded, my entire body throbbing from scalp to toe, my pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing and demanding. His head arched back as he came, the veins and tendons bulging, his lips parted in a silent cry of ultimate fulfillment. Finally he relaxed. He rolled off me and onto his back, tugging me against his chest and kissing my hair. "Don't think I'm going to let you go." "Don't think you could get rid of me if you tried." My tongue flicked his nipple. "We understand each other, then," he said. "Absolutely." "Good." He tilted my face toward his and spoke against my lips as he wiggled his hips, his hardening cock rubbing against me. "Because I'm ready to go again." I smiled. It seemed my dull job had an explosive fringe benefit. The End